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Episode 2
He dropped his gaze to her lips and that made her self conscious and she wanted him to let her go and put her down at once! What the! That really irked him. Though he was more enraged with himself than her. What the was he doing holding on to a stranger in his arms, cushioning her fall, saving her from crashing down from the ramp and hurting herself!
A girl who no doubt had been sent by his rivals, his enemies in Lucknow hell bent on destroying the sweet victory of his acquisition of Sheeshmahal, a goal no doubt he had set for himself the day he had been turned out of the house by his uncle so many years ago.
So he set her down with a sudden rude jerk and pushed her away from him roughly, as far away as he could.
In the process she lost the dupatta, her symbolic haya, izzat reflected in her teary eyes. But even as a confused, terrified Khushi was being dragged away by Arnav's musclemen she had the presence of mind to retrieve her dupatta, her self respect in a scary place away from home. Above all she had a mission to accomplish, to find out if the man her Jiji was marrying was the dowry taking type, and to convince him maybe with her Khushi type speech that dowry was a social evil! (I can well imagine Khushi delivering that speech!) And being locked away was preventing her from doing the needful on time. Hayye Devi Maiyya!
Arnav was angry with her for spoiling his show no doubt. But his fury bordered on paranoia...the fear maybe of losing everything to a woman again. No doubt she reminded him of the woman who was responsible for the break up of his parents marriage, the death of his unfaithful father and the loss of his beloved mother and with her his sukoon, his peace of mind...
The other woman he saw reflected in Khushi was no doubt of loose character, low aukat, a gold digger, who had roped in his father because of his riches( not that he blamed his father any less for he had dropped his father's surname and taken his mothers maiden one). Khushi's reference to her sisters marriage no doubt brought to his mind the painful memory of his Di's broken marriage. Khushi actually unknowingly had touched a raw nerve and he lost his control.
But the snap of her dori was also a rap on his tough exterior, the wall he had built around him.
In their first meeting when he had held her in his arms and gazed into her eyes and felt like tasting her lips, he was a goner! The dose of his long lost sukoon had just arrived! Just like the homeopathic medicine that enhances an ailment first before curing it this ajeeb pyaar would unfold in a similar manner...Iss pyaar ko kya naam doon?
Mannat Har Khushi Paane Ki
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